The Magnificent Seven piano leadsheet with chords
Ring, ring, it's seven A.
M. Move yourself to go again.
Cold water in the face brings you back to this awful place.
Knuckle merchants and you bankers, too,
must get up and learn those rules.
Weather man and the crazy chief,
one says sun and one says sleet.
AM, the FM, the P.
M., too, churning out that boogaloo.
Gets you up and it gets you out,
but how long can you keep it up?
Gimme Honda, gimme Sony, so cheap and real phony.
Hong Kong dollar, Indian cents,
English pounds and Eskimo pence.
You lot!
What? Don't stop, give it all you got.
You lot!
What? Don't stop.
Yeah. You lot!
What? Don't stop, give it all you got.
You lot!
What? Don't stop.
Yeah. Workin' for a raise to better my station.
Give my baby some sophistication.
Seen the ads, she thinks it's nice.
Better work hard, I seen the price.
Never mind that.
It's time for the bus.
We got to work and you're one of us.
Clocks go slow in a place of work.
Minutes drag and the hours jerk!
Wave bbbye to the boss.
It's our profit, it's his loss.
But anyway, the lunch bell rings.
Take one hour, do your
thing.
Cheeseburger!
What do we have for entertainment?
Cops kickin' gypsies on the pavement.
Now the news, you snap to attention,
lunar landing and the dental convention.
Italian mobster shoots a lobster.
Seafood rest'rant gets out of hand.
A car in the fridge, a fridge in the car like cowboys do in TV land.
You lot!
What? Don't stop, give it all you got.
You lot!
What? Don't stop.
Yeah. You lot!
What? Don't stop, give it all you got.
You lot!
What? Don't stop.
Yeah. Don't stop.
Yeah. So, get back to work and sweat some more.
The sun will sink and we'll get out the door.
It's no good for man to work in cages.
Hits the town, he drinks his wages.
You're frettin', you're sweatin'.
But did you notice you ain't gettin'?
You're frettin', you're sweatin'.
But did you notice you're not gettin' anywhere?
Don't you ever stop long enough to start.
Take your car outta that gear.
Don't you ever stop long enough to start.
Take your car outta that gear.
Karlo Marx and Fredrich Engels came to the checkout at the seven eleven.
Marx was skint, but he had sense.
Engels lent him the necessary pence.
What have we got?
Yeah, oh.
What have we got?
Yeah, oh.
Take it off the screen
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- Right hand melody sheet
- Leadsheet
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- Lyrics and chords
Song info
The Magnificent Seven by The Clash is a level 5 of 5 piano arrangement in the key of C at 120 BPM. A leadsheet puts the words, the melody and the chord names together, so you can play the tune with your right hand and the chords with your left.
- Level
- 5 of 5
- Key
- C
- Tempo
- 120 BPM
- Chords
- Am Apow C Dm
- Artist
- The Clash
- Genre
- Rock
- Style
- Pop upbeat
- Mood
- Dramatic